sets his camera on the desk, adjusting it slightly, before snapping a picture and then snapping a few others. He has to restrain from

laughing.

stirs, then jolts up at the snapping sounds. The paper is stuck to his cheek until he karate-chops it off. 'Mmm-wha-? Sadik, 'm workin'!'

keeps snapping more pictures. "Right, of course, because sleeping on your desk with a nice blue ink spot on your cheek is working hard." He

grabs his camera and takes some aerial pictures and then close up on the cheek. "You look like a clown."

looks at him questionably, then tentatively wipes his cheek to find some excess ink stain his hand. 'What-? Damn it...' He gets up and_

pushes past the Turk to get to his mirror. 'It's just a little mark,' he lies, 'I do not look like a clown.' He wipes vigorously.

places the camera down and grabs a cloth soaking it with hot water before wringing it out. He makes his way over to Heracles and grabs his

chin positioning the others face better so he can rub the ink off. When there is no longer any sign of blue he relinquishes his hold. "Now

you don't."

like a child, and pouts. 'Thank you...' He mutters, nursing his cheek. 'It would have been embarrassing had my boss walked in instead_

of you.'

it would have made for an interesting story. "Do you have time for a leisure break?" He inquires as his attention shifts back to the camera

on the table. "Because I want to show you something."

doubts his boss would be as amused by it. After checking his cheek is totally clean he looks to Sadik. 'I suppose I can spare the time_

seeing as I would have just slept on had you not arrived. What is it?'

quirks a brow at the formality and motions him to follow. "It's a surprise." He answers as he leads the Greek to the bedroom where he had

the lights dimmed, candles placed around and lit and had changed the covers to silk and a nice ottomanesque cover. He has his camera hanging

around his neck and a smirk before he grabs the Greeks arm and jerks Heracles in front of him before backing him onto the bed and pushing

him down on it. "I've always wanted to take pictures of you." He murmurs huskily. "In a setting like this one."

eyes roam around the room in awe as they enter. He lets himself be pushed back and onto the bed, staring wondrously at the Turk wanting_

to know what was going on. He eyes the camera, then smiles coyly. 'Is that so?' He pulls himself up, letting his bare feet feel the_

silk cover. 'I can see why this setting would appeal to you - but what do I get out of posing for you?'

tilts his head to the side as if he's thinking. "What do you want?"

hums, leaning back so he could stretch out on the silk. 'I'll think about it and get back to you.' He smiles and glances up at him. 'So,_

how do you want me, Mr Photographer?'

grins as he steps forward letting his hand trail down to the bottom of his shirt. His hand caress the skin under before pushing the shirt

up. "This needs to go."